You know he passed away
You know he is dead
You know he is buried
Still his presence is felt
Everywhere in the small things.
In the bathroom this morning
His razor was waiting for him
He won't need it anymore.
He was still present in the library system
You had to return his weekly lot
Of borrowed books
Even if not all read
He won't need them anymore.
Today you changed the bedsheets
Witness of his last amours
Of his last hours
He won't need them anymore.
He has all given them up
All of these tear apart your soul
Let him go, it is so painful
To release all the links
You shared with him.
It isn't a betrayal
Do yourself a favour
Let him rest in peace!
For S. Mutimer
Lucette C. Bailliet
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